Whatever pulled the wind that nightIt had it bring a tree downUntidy lime tree holding tightTo the end of my last gardenOne of five against the skyAn elegant surrenderIt broke the wall and bent the gateAnd warmed us through the winter

Whatever pulls the wind tonightWill have the roof slates flyBut rows of chimney pots don't waveLike trees against the skyThe hill behind the old houseI can trace it with my fingerAgainst the sky I see it stillAnd draw it down on paper

Whatever pulled me over hereYou were the main contenderAnd with the tress against the skyAnother life's rememberedSome evening skies are yellowAnd over my head they're blueWhat happened to the green betweenIt happened to meToo